not one of them.'

'He shall be caught, though!'

Hubert appeared to have forgotten everything but his desire of revenge.
It supported him through the wretched days that followed--even at the
funeral his face was hard-set and his eyes dry. But in spite of every
effort it was impossible to adduce evidence against any but the
three men who had loitered drinking in Agworth. Redgrave came forward
voluntarily and proved an alibi; he was vastly indignant at the charge
brought against him, declared that window-breaking was not his business,
and that had he been on the spot he should have used all his influence
to prevent such contemptible doings. He held a meeting in Belwick of all
the New Wanleyers he could gather together: those who came repudiated
the outrage as useless and unworthy. On the whole, it seemed probable
that only a handful of good-for-nothings had been concerned in the
affair, probably men who had been loafing in the Belwick public-houses,
indisposed to look for work. The 'Fiery Cross' and the 'Tocsin'
commented on the event in their respective ways. The latter organ
thought that an occasional demonstration of this kind was not amiss;
it was a pity that apparently innocent individuals should suffer (an
allusion to the death of Mrs. Eldon); but, after all, what member of the
moneyed classes was in reality innocent? An article on the subject in
the 'Fiery Cross' was signed 'Richard Mutimer.' It breathed righteous
indignation and called upon all true Socialists to make it known that
they pursued their ends in far other ways than by the gratification of
petty malice. A copy of this paper reached Wanley Manor. Hubert glanced
over it.

It lay by him when he received a visit from Mr. Wyvern the same evening.

'How is it to be explained,' he asked; 'a man like Westlake mixing
himself up with this crew?'

'Do you know him personally?' the vicar inquired.

'I have met him. But I have seen more of Mrs. Westlake. She is a tenth
muse, the muse of lyrical Socialism. From which of them the impulse came
I have no means of knowing, but surely it must have been from her. In
her case I can understand it; she lives in an asthetic reverie; she
idealises everything. Naturally she knows nothing whatever of real life.
She is one of the most interesting women I ever met, but I should say
that her influence on Westlake has been deplorable.'

'Mrs. Mutimer is greatly her friend, I believe,' said the vicar.

'I believe so. But l